Basement Betrayal

To help her first love, Simon Ahern, win the sprint championship, my girlfriend, Cecelia Holt, deliberately locked me in the basement the night before the competition.

She looked at me icily and said grimly, "How many times have you beaten him? So what if I give the championship to him?"

Later, she even broke my legs to help him steal the national team selection spot.

I desperately asked Cecelia why she treated me like this; I was her boyfriend after all.

However, she retorted, "He accompanied me through the three years of depression. I must fulfill this wish for him."

However, she had no idea that with my legs gone, I was no different from someone who had lost their life.

When I stopped loving her, she knelt before me and begged me to give her another chance.

Before the last glimmer of light vanished from my sight, I stumbled toward the door and pleaded, even disregarding my manly pride and kneeling.

"Cecelia! Cecelia, you can't treat me like this! You know how important this competition is to me! My mom is relying on the prize money for treatment!"

At that moment, I disregarded my dignity or my reputation, only hoping Cecelia would be kind and let me out.

My mother still lay in a hospital bed in a coma. The doctor said this week was the last chance. If we could not raise the money for the surgery, we would have to give up on her treatment.

This was like a bolt from the blue to me. I grew up without a father. It was my mother who raised me by working hard as a street vendor. How could I not save her?

Originally, I was confident I could win this competition. Unexpectedly, my girlfriend, Cecelia Holt, tricked me out and locked me in this dim basement just an hour ago.

She did all this just to prevent me from competing tomorrow and make me give up first place for her first love, Simon Ahern.

I know she always looked down on me; her being with me was merely a way for my sprinting glory to satisfy her vanity, but I never imagined she could be so heartless.

Cecelia knew my mother's situation, yet she still sneered as she raised the knife in her hand and walked toward me step by step.

The blade of the knife reflected the moonlight. My hair stood on end. "What are you gonna do?"

Her tone was flat. "Spence, I know you treat me better than anyone else. You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you? You've been a champion since you were a kid. You don't understand how Simon feels. He's worked so hard, and he's been injured so many times. Can't you let him have this just for once?"

I froze. Simon was pitiful because of his training injuries; did I deserve all my old injuries?

I could not help but retort, "You're willing to ruin my future for him? What about